Post by boot on May 25, 2006 5:33:28 GMT -5
FELLOWSHIP MEETING
'Tis Sunday and early morning and the day the saints will meet To worship the living Saviour and humbly sit at His feet To give of the bread He has given, to strengthen each others' hands, To tell of the joys and the sorrows as they walk in the way God planned.
In a cot in the lonely valley, in a home on the hillside fair, On the vast wide plains they'll gather in a home that's a place of prayer. In His name they'll also be meeting in a home where the city's din Can’t exclude the love of Jesus while His children wait on Him.
May the Lord in their midst be honored as thus they meet today. May each heart be soft and humble as they speak and sing and pray; May nothing be seen of envy, nothing of self or sin, Nothing to cloud the vision that each one have of Him.
In ancient times we read of, we're told when God’s children met, That Satan was also present and if s true he does so yet, He came there then to hinder; he came there then to accuse, To tempt the soul of the righteous, his privilege to misuse.
He hasn’t changed his purpose, nor has he changed his plan, And while all today are meeting, he1I use all the power he can. May no place to him be given, but each heart, moved by love, Give place to the God of Heaven, give place to the spirit of love.
They'll remember Christ’s broken body in partaking of the bread, And also the cup will tell them of His blood that once was shed
May none drink to their condemnation, or play an unworthy part; May desire to give like the Saviour be deepened in every heart.
There are some who feign would be meeting where his people meet today, But like myself through distance are miles and miles away. Some on a bed of sickness, some on a cot of pain, Some who can’t be present for a cause that’s just and plain.
May the Lord in His tender mercy give unto such today The portion of bread that' s needed as they read and think and pray. And even though not found in person in the place where others meet, May they be there Mi spirit, and together sit at His feet.
If perchance there are others who through carelessness are found Far away from the place of meeting, perhaps on forbidden ground, May God in His tender mercy, in a voice that's plain and clear, Make known to them their danger, create in their hearts true fear.
And now having read what I've written and what I've just said by pen, I find in my heart an echo to a true and glad Amen! A response to a voice that' s saying, "Thank God for His boundless love, Thank Him for His humble pathway that leads to a home above."
'Tis Sunday and early morning and the day the saints will meet To worship the living Saviour and humbly sit at His feet To give of the bread He has given, to strengthen each others' hands, To tell of the joys and the sorrows as they walk in the way God planned.
In a cot in the lonely valley, in a home on the hillside fair, On the vast wide plains they'll gather in a home that's a place of prayer. In His name they'll also be meeting in a home where the city's din Can’t exclude the love of Jesus while His children wait on Him.
May the Lord in their midst be honored as thus they meet today. May each heart be soft and humble as they speak and sing and pray; May nothing be seen of envy, nothing of self or sin, Nothing to cloud the vision that each one have of Him.
In ancient times we read of, we're told when God’s children met, That Satan was also present and if s true he does so yet, He came there then to hinder; he came there then to accuse, To tempt the soul of the righteous, his privilege to misuse.
He hasn’t changed his purpose, nor has he changed his plan, And while all today are meeting, he1I use all the power he can. May no place to him be given, but each heart, moved by love, Give place to the God of Heaven, give place to the spirit of love.
They'll remember Christ’s broken body in partaking of the bread, And also the cup will tell them of His blood that once was shed
May none drink to their condemnation, or play an unworthy part; May desire to give like the Saviour be deepened in every heart.
There are some who feign would be meeting where his people meet today, But like myself through distance are miles and miles away. Some on a bed of sickness, some on a cot of pain, Some who can’t be present for a cause that’s just and plain.
May the Lord in His tender mercy give unto such today The portion of bread that' s needed as they read and think and pray. And even though not found in person in the place where others meet, May they be there Mi spirit, and together sit at His feet.
If perchance there are others who through carelessness are found Far away from the place of meeting, perhaps on forbidden ground, May God in His tender mercy, in a voice that's plain and clear, Make known to them their danger, create in their hearts true fear.
And now having read what I've written and what I've just said by pen, I find in my heart an echo to a true and glad Amen! A response to a voice that' s saying, "Thank God for His boundless love, Thank Him for His humble pathway that leads to a home above."